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I press a hand against my heart. “Ouch. You wound me, mate.”
Her brow arches at the use of the word, but I try not to look at that too closely. We’ll get there. If Finn got through to her, I can too.
But a deal is a deal. First, she learns to fight—then she’ll let me get a taste of her.
The first of Josephine’s opponents jumps onto the stage and brushes past me. I stiffen when my gaze locks with Isaac Whaite.
Isaac is one of Sloane’s vamps from the Marigny horde. The guy hates my guts. The feeling is mutual, and the smirk on his face makes me want to pummel him into dust as he looks Josie up and down.
I don’t let myself falter because of him. This is the chance to push my witch to her limits and peel away a few layers of her protective coating.
“A word of caution though,” I call to Isaac as he takes the stage, “my Sun Witch is scrappy. I suggest using your thrall to your advantage and subdue her before laying a hand on her.”
As if he’s going to get the chance.
Isaac’s mental capacity is as lacking as his physique. The only good thing about the guy is that he never questions orders. He is hardly a threat to Josie. He will be the perfect warm up.
Drawn by the allure of the challenge, the vampires in the club move to surround the stage.
Josie’s stance is guarded, her magic simmering beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed.
Perfect.
It’s not just power I want from Josie. I want a partnership—a queen to rule at my side, not a mindless blood whore. As a Unity Witch, her magic will continue to grow. She needs to be prepared.
She will be a force to be reckoned with. Even more than she is already. By challenging her, I hope to jumpstart the process.
“Classic wrestling rules apply; if you can catch my witch in your thrall and make her submit for ten seconds, or make her tap out, I’ll let you borrow her for the rest of the night.”
“You bastard,” Josephine hisses at me, nothing but fury in her dark eyes.
Good. She can use that anger.
The invitation to drink from a famed Dumont witch is more than enough incentive for the vampires here, but there’s no harm in pushing Josephine’s motivation to win.
Unless being used by someone else was something she wanted.
I don’t mind sharing my girl. Not with Isaac, though. I draw the line at that scumbag.
“Woah, hold up.” I grab the shoulder of the vamp that tries to push onto the stage. “One at a time,” I say, holding him back. “Let’s make sure this is a fair fight, yeah?”
I want to challenge Josie, not overwhelm her and make it impossible for her to hold her own.
And hold her own she will.
Josie splays her hands in front of her, and I feel the thrum of her magic building as Isaac prowls a slow circle around her.
Kick some vampire ass, Josie.
It becomes clear very quickly that my luck isn’t needed.
Josie doesn’t give Isaac an opportunity to attack. The second he stops his circling, she makes her move, thrusting her hands out in front of her and sending an impressive blast of wind towards her opponent.
Isaac is knocked to the edge of the stage, the soles of his shoes squeaking against the shiny wood as he digs his heels in, gliding to a stop. Spinning, he growls and advances again, lunging for her with a wordless cry of frustration as he’s pushed back once more.
My focus is anchored on Josie as she navigates everything the vampire throws at her. I take notes, filing them away for later when she and I begin one-on-one training.
Her form is nonexistent, and her movements are a whirlwind of uncoordinated attacks. Still, she manages to best Isaac and her second opponent all within ten minutes.
